Salty wind in my heavy coat
Tied the line to the wooden boat
Old red bricks on the harbor side
Watching out for the turning tide
Copper leaves on a narrow street
Cold gray stone underneath my feet
Heavy boots and a worn out hand
Sinking deep in the harbor sand
Lay it down on the red brick floor
I don't want to sail any more
Close my eyes in the autumn haze
Lost inside of the golden days
Steam is rising from a paper cup
Wait for the winter sun to come up
Iron rails and a distant bell
Stories that only the waterfront tell
Lay it down on the red brick floor
I don't want to sail any more
Close my eyes in the autumn haze
Lost inside of the golden days
Cold air biting at a tired skin
Let the quiet of the city in
No more ropes and no more heavy gear
Finally feeling that the end is near
Woolen scarf wrapped around my neck
Far away from the shaking deck
Blinking lights on a salty pier
Something honest that I can hear
Amber glow on the window pane
Scent of salt and a hint of rain
Resting here while the city sleeps
Secret promises a sailor keeps
Lay it down on the red brick floor
I don't want to sail any more
Close my eyes in the autumn haze
Lost inside of the golden days
Just a moment of peace.
On the red brick floor.
Keep it steady.
Stay right here.
